Vivian's POV:
Thunder rolled outside as lightning split the sky, announcing the storm closing in.
"Undress and get on the bed, Vivian." Carlos Rogers stood in front of me, his stare sharp and commanding.
"If I'm satisfied, the money is yours." His voice dropped as he leaned closer, letting his words brush my ear.
My breath turned uneven as my fingers found the zipper of my dress. I moved slowly, but the hesitation only darkened his gaze. In a flash, he closed the distance, arms locking around me as fabric tore under his grip.
I reminded myself why I had come here in the first place. With my eyes shut tight, I lifted my arms and drew him closer, pressing my lips to his before doubt could take over.
"That's it. Don't stop."
......
Later, stretched across the hotel bed, the truth settled heavy in my chest. Everything came with a cost, and tonight, I felt it.
